Pancakes

There are people in this world who are organised to an almost ludicrous degree. Maybe you’re one of them? Me, I’m a little more slap-dash. Great at making plans, not always so good at keeping them if it’s just me…

Is it just me, or some mornings do you just wake up and realise that you need pancakes? I’d like to say it’s some primal reaction, something explained by thousands of years of human learning; however I suspect it’s probably…

In this world there are two sorts of people – those who like pancakes and those that don’t. I don’t think I’m actually friends with anyone that falls into the second category. Pancakes are the stuff of weekend brunch legend….

I love postcards. I always have. It’s just a great thing about travelling, although I do have a tendency to write too much on them (probably not a surprise to those who know me or or read this blog). A…

I mean, it’s called ‘Fat Tuesday’ (if you translate Mardi Gras) – it’s practically a command to eat lots and lots of pancakes. And although I’m not one for taking orders, this is one I can get on board with….

If Britain’s culinary contribution to the world is Afternoon Tea, then the USA’s is surely Brunch. The magical decadence of having a lie in and then combining the delights of both breakfast and lunch into the one (usually a bit over…